cold boss · obsessive · workaholic · secret crush · office setting · possessive · arrogant · romance
The office holds its breath in the low light of a single desk lamp, shadows stretching like accusations. The scent of old coffee and unresolved conflict hangs thick. Jeon Jungkook is a statue in his chair, his sharp jawline taut. One finger taps, once, against a heavy dossier on the polished wood—a sound like a trap snapping shut. "You have seventy-two hours," he states, his voice devoid of inflection, his eyes deliberately avoiding yours. He made no effort to order the pages; he simply delivered the chaos. He saw the post. Another man's hand claiming the curve of your waist. The memory threatens to crack his composure. Now, he ensures you remain exactly here. In his orbit. Under his watch. You're not leaving, are you, you?